Date: Fri, 21 Oct 2011 14:21:31 +0800
From: Ben Ng <ng.ben9@gmail.com>
Subject: My Judo Class - Part 1

Judo is a way of life, something that is often lost in the
Western culture, watered down to just a sport. In fact, judo
is never about fighting or being aggressive; it's about
efficiency and mutual benefit. Judo in Japanese literally
means "the gentle way". I try to impart this knowledge on my
students.

After spending seven years learning Judo in Japan, I went back
to my home country to open my own Dojo. Sadly, in here, people
treat Judo just like all other sports and recreational
activities. Parents pay to have their kids take lessons, and
blame the instructors if their kids are not learning. I try to
educate them and occasionally I would meet parents who truly
understand. They entrust their kids to me and I train them to
be responsible, disciplined individuals. I never just teach
the skills.

I teach two different age groups: kids and adults. What I do
is screen out all those who learn Judo for recreation only and
keep those who are serious about it. Kids who show potential
will be promoted to the adult group when they are ready. Only
adults who have passed a series of tests would be considered
my true disciples. As with any martial art, it's best to start
young, so I let the kids group slowly filter down to form my
adult group. As expected, only very few remain at the end, but
they are the best of the best.

My kids group is very different. I have a bunch of kids who
are there to have fun only, and one or two who are really into
it. My most promising student is Marko. Having been with me
since the age of 12, he is my oldest student in the kids
group, being 16. In two years he will either enter my
permanent adult group or be kicked from the team. I'm
certainly thinking of keeping him. He is my best student so
far. He always hangs on every word I say. He's very
hardworking and obedient, and he seems to love Judo. He does
everything I ask without question. As a youngster, he is
amazingly responsible and disciplined. I'm very proud of him.
In fact, I treat him like my own son. The teacher/student
relationship in Judo is very special. Once established, it's a
lifelong relationship.

Marko is a handsome boy. He is medium build with solid
muscles. He has quick reflexes and a keen sense of sport. It's
a pleasure to teach him. He sets the pace in the class as all
other students look up to him. In Judo, the highest ranking
student is considered the Sempai, which literally translates
as "the one who comes first". He is the assistant teacher and
has special privileges. When I retire one day, he will be the
one to take up my position. I have confidence that he will
rise above all the others in my adult group as well.

Marko has brown hair and brown eyes. There is intensity in
those eyes that you don't see in many boys. He is determined
and goal-oriented. In the four years he's been with me, he has
already risen to the purple belt, which is one step away from
the black belt. If all goes well, he can take the black belt
test next year.

There are other kids as well. The next oldest boy is Jake.
He's 15 and a green belt, two steps lower than Marko. He's not
as hardworking as Marko and sometimes skips practice, so I'm
not really counting on him to continue my legacy. In fact,
sometimes I think he is a bad influence on the other boys.
Anyway, my philosophy is not to reject any kid from entering,
but only the chosen ones get promoted. The other kids range
from 12 to 14. I try not to teach kids who are too young
because too many of them drop out after a few lessons,
complaining it's too tough. Yup, I tend to be a tough coach.

This particular day I'm teaching them one of the throws which
involve one hand grabbing the collar and the other under the
crotch. It's not meant to be obscene; it's just for leverage
to flip your opponent. As my ten students gathered on one side
of the mat, waiting for me to demonstrate the technique, I
called out for a volunteer to be thrown by me. Usually nobody
would want that, because although I've taught them how to
break the fall, it still hurts a bit. My faithful assistant
teacher would always step up for the job. Today is no
exception.

Marko stood up and bowed at me. He seemed a bit nervous this
time, which was unusual. He squirmed a little bit and adjusted
his belt. Perhaps he was nervous about me touching his crotch?
It wouldn't last for more than two seconds, and it's not like
I was out to molest him. It's just a throw. I asked if he was
ready and he said yes. I quickly moved in, grabbed him in the
right places and completed the throw. While my hand was
briefly on his crotch, I could feel his balls and the root of
his cock. Strange, because it's like he wasn't wearing any
underwear. Although many Japanese Judoka don't have the habit
of wearing anything under the Judogi, I asked all my students
to wear jocks for protection. Why wasn't he wearing any? And
more importantly, why was he hard?

He broke the fall perfectly, yet he didn't get up immediately.
He was breathing hard lying on the mat. I was sure I didn't
hurt him, but he was flushed and sweating. When I looked
closely, his cock throbbed slightly under his Gi.

"Are you all right?" I stretched out my hand to help him up.
He blushed slightly and took my hand.

Turning to my other students, I asked, "Did you guys see what
I did?"

Everyone laughed and said "no" because I always did it fast
the first time, showing them how it really looks, before doing
it in slow motion. I didn't want them to get the idea that
throwing someone should be slow. Speed is very important. It's
a running joke because nobody can see through my moves if I
did it at full speed.

"Ok. Let me do it in slow motion now." I waved at Marko to get
into position again. He seemed hesitant. He certainly was not
himself. I frowned slightly.

"Are you ok, Marko?" I whispered to him.

"Er... yes, Sensei." `Sensei', by the way, means `teacher' in
Japanese.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

This time I went in slowly, deliberately letting all my
students see my moves. I showed them where to hold on, and how
I twisted my body to lift my opponent. This means that my hand
stayed on Marko's crotch longer. I felt the same loose balls
and the root of his cock, but this time it was even harder. He
was rock hard under his Gi. What's more, as I was doing the
throw in slow motion, it started throbbing under my hand. When
I finally completed the throw and have Marko on the mat, his
cock was throbbing wildly and pumping out cum! Because of
where I was standing, the students can't see Marko. I was
blocking him from view as he landed. Lying before me was my
star student panting, shaking, and cumming under my hand, in
front of the whole class!

"What the hell?" I said to myself. If I moved away, everyone
would see him having a climax. If I didn't, it would be very
awkward to the rest of the class. I hesitated for just a
second, before saying to Marko, "You didn't land properly. Are
you hurt?"

"No, but I need a minute to get up." His fragile voice was
betraying his true condition.

"Ok, take your time, and you can take a break." I quickly
turned my attention to the rest of the students. "Did everyone
see how it's done?"

Some said yes, some were unsure. I asked them to pair up and
practice on each other. I helped them get into position and
showed them where to hold. Because Marko was still on the mat,
I paired up with Jake. When I got into position, he whispered
to me, "Did he just cum?"

I didn't know how to answer. I just told him to focus on the
practice. However, he seemed distracted and when I threw him,
he didn't land properly.

"Jake, you are breaking the fall too late." He tried to throw
me but he wasn't getting it. I showed him some more and he
barely did it. When I tried it on him he again landed wrong.

"Jake, you've been with me for three years now and you still
can't land properly?" His face was beet red. The whole class
was looking at him.

"Everyone, practice your break falls now! Fifty each!" By this
time Marko has returned from the shower room and has, I
assume, taken care of the mess in his Gi. I asked him to join
the rest.

After the drill, the guys seemed to be doing better. Jake was
visibly mad at me for singling him out, and he took that out
on Marko, his partner. Marko was not himself, and he was
rather passive. I was not happy with their performance.

When the lesson was over, I asked Marko to stay behind. I
wanted an explanation. He looked sheepish. I asked him to
shower and change before seeing me. I waited in the hall, but
when I heard someone yelling, I went to the shower room.

"What the hell were you doing back there, huh, Marko? You were
shooting your load in the middle of practice!" It was Jake.

"I... I don't know what you are talking about!" Marko's fragile
voice was indicating his guilt loud and clear. I couldn't let
this continue.

"Enough!" I shouted. There was complete silence. "Jake and
Marko, I want to see you two in the hall, NOW! The rest get
changed quickly and leave!" The younger ones scurried off.

Jake and Marko sat far away from each other. Only three of us
were left in the Dojo. "Jake, what made you think you can talk
to your Sempai this way?" As I said, the highest ranking
student is the assistant teacher, to be respected by other
students.

"He was fucking cumming when you threw him! Why didn't you say
anything?"

"Watch your language!"

"He can do anything he wants, and I can't say anything about
it?"

"Not in front of everyone like you did in the shower room!"

"I tried to tell you, but you just brushed it off!"

"It was practice time! You could come to me after class!"

"He's just your favorite student and I'm good for nothing!"

"Do you want to be out of this group, then?"

He was silent for a long time. "No." He said softly.

"Then what do you want, Jake?"

"I want him..." he pointed to Marko, "to explain his actions."

"Very well. I want that too." We both looked at Marko, who had
his head hanging low.

"I'm... so sorry!" He said, almost sobbing. "I really didn't
know how. It just... happened."

"What? You just came?" Jake was being sarcastic.

"When Sensei had his hand on there... you know... I got hard. And
then... when he did it again in slow motion, I couldn't take it
anymore and I just... came." He was so embarrassed when he said
it.

"I'm so sorry!" He finally broke down and cried.

Jake seemed a bit apologetic. "Hey, man, I didn't mean to
corner you like that, but... it's really weird, you know, creepy
even, when you did that."

Marko was sobbing uncontrollably. I turned to Jake. "Well, are
you happy now?"

"I... I didn't mean to... sigh." He just stood up and asked, "May
I be excused now?"

"Before you go, I want to make two things clear. First, Marko,
no more sexual acts during practice. Second, Jake, I want you
to respect your Sempai and not embarrass him in front of other
students. If you have anything to take up with him, do it
privately. Got that?" They both nodded.

"Jake, you can go now." He quickly left.

"Marko, tell me everything." He looked at me, confused.

"I don't know where to start." He said softly.

"Why did you get hard in the first place, and why weren't you
wearing a jock?"

"I've been hard in every Judo lesson ever since I was 12." He
said in a dreamy voice, and had a far away look.

"What?"

"I... I've always... liked you, Sensei." He was looking down.

"Like me in a way that makes you hard?" I asked curiously. I
have never had such a situation before.

"Yeah, you are so masculine, so strong, so... handsome." He was
barely audible at the end.

I didn't know what to say. He had a crush on me for four
years? We sat in silence for a minute or two, until he finally
gathered enough courage to look me directly in the eyes.

"Are you mad?" He asked tentatively.

"No, why would I be?"

"Because... I'm... I'm gay, you know."

"And you like me that way."

"Yes."

"How did you manage to hide your erection all this time?"

"I usually wear a tight jock, but today I... I want to be
different."

"Why?"

"I want to... come out to you."

"By not wearing a jock?"

"I want to feel your hand on my cock. I knew you were doing
this throw."

I was speechless. So he planned this. "Are you happy now?"

"Kind of, but I want to do so much more."

"Like what?"

"Like... this." He reached out his trembling hand and placed it
on my chest. My Gi was opened slightly so his hand was on my
bare chest. His hand was shaking as it slowly pushed open my
Gi and touched my nipple. It sent a shock through me.

"Marko, we shouldn't be doing this."

"I know," he whispered, "but I can't help it. I've been
waiting for four years to do this. And very soon I may not
have the chance."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm accepted to a college and I will move out of town next
year. I may never see you again." He said with such intense
sadness it caught me off guard.

"You mean you won't come back?"

"I don't know. I love this Dojo too much... I love you too much.
I don't want to leave."

"I'm flattered that you would love me this way, but we are
teacher and student. We can't..."

"I know, but I don't care. I can't hold back any longer." His
trembling hand went lower, feeling my stomach, then went down
my treasure trail to my Gi pants. I held his hand just when it
was entering my pants. I wasn't wearing anything underneath
either.

Marko looked up at me, disappointed. "Can't you let me do
this, once? I've done everything you asked me this past four
years. I've worked hard. Please?"

I found it hard, almost impossible to deny my best student. He
has never asked me for anything, and now he's begging to touch
my most private part.

"What do you want, Marko?"

"I just want to feel it, to see it. I've been fantasizing
about it for years."

I let go of his hand. It seemed cruel to deny this little
request. His hand went in and found my cock. He gasped when he
held it in his hand. I had a thick cock. He caressed my
rubbery tube and it slowly grew harder. He pulled it out of my
Gi and another gasp escaped from his mouth.

"It's so big! So thick!" He rubbed it up and down a few times,
causing a drop of precum to form at the tip. Without warning
he dived down and took my cock in his mouth! I tried to push
him away but as he engulfed my cock all the way to the hilt I
was flooded with pleasure and I couldn't stop him. My mind
wanted to stop but my body refused.

I watched in shock as he bobbed up and down my cock, sucking
furiously. I couldn't do anything except to watch my star
student give me a blowjob, and a damn good one. I haven't had
sex in a while, exercising the self-control principle of Judo.
I've been focused on expanding my Dojo in recent months that
I've forgotten about sex. Marko has awakened a beast in me.

Up and down he went. Occasionally he looked up to see my
expression. I was neither encouraging nor discouraging him. He
seemed to be happy that I didn't push him away and he kept
sucking me hard. I couldn't last long. It was so sudden, so
intense that I knew I was going to blast a huge load. When he
saw that I tensed up, he quickened his pace.

"I'm close, Marko." I rested my hands on his head to let him
know.

He didn't skip a beat as I blasted in his throat. One, two,
three strong jets accompanied by many weaker ones, until it
became a dribble. He kept swallowing and got it all. He was a
hungry cocksucker. The fact that he has wanted it for years
made it so intense. As my cock slowly deflated, he didn't let
go. Instead he started teasing my underside with his tongue
and just kept it in his mouth until I was hard again. He
looked up at me and smiled. He wanted more.

Slowly he went up and down on it again. My cock was sensitive,
but it also felt good. I wanted to let him have it, to satisfy
his hunger. I wanted my best student to be happy before he
moved on to the next stage of his life. I had wanted him to
take over my Dojo when I grew old, but life had other plans.
If he couldn't, at least I wanted him to leave with a happy
memory instead of unfulfilled fantasies. And honestly,
receiving a blowjob isn't all that bad. The only problem was
my self-control training going south.

The second time around, Marko was sucking me leisurely. He
took his time licking me, even playing with my balls. I have
big balls and I love to play with them. He even slipped a
finger under my balls to rub the sensitive area there. When he
went further I tensed up, which he sensed and withdrew. His
other hand explored my hairy chest, playing with my nipples.
His thumb circled my nipple, sending shivers down my spine. It
was wonderful.

After a while, I could feel my orgasm building again. I gently
stroked his hair to let him know I was close. He sucked
harder, then when he sensed that I was cumming, his finger
suddenly slipped into my hole! I was shocked but I couldn't
stop him in time, because my cock was spewing cum! He touched
something deep in me, causing me to cum longer than ever. I've
never put anything up my ass and it was a mind blowing
experience. I was sweating and panting hard.

Once again, Marko sucked me dry. When I was totally soft, he
finally pulled off my cock. He had a satisfied look on his
face, and when I looked down, I could see a wet patch on his
Gi. He had cum without touching himself. He moved up and
rested his head against my chest. His hands wrapped around me
and we hugged like that for a minute. Finally he got up.

"Thank you, Sensei. You have no idea how much that means to
me." He stood up and wiped the corner of his eye. "I will
always remember this day."

"When will you be leaving?"

"Next year, in June."

"So we still have time together."

He beamed. "Yes, and there is so much more I want to do!"